Capturing Magic at Opal Agafia’s Ozark Mountain Soul Festival: Part Four an Electrifying Experience with Dirtfoot

The festival was already off to a great start with its fair share of amazing performances from Chucky Waggs & The Company of Raggs, The Patti Steel Band, the Mighty Pines, and North Mississippi Allstars. But on Friday night at the Farm, after the sun was set and the stage lights were hot, it was Dirtfoot's turn to take the stage, and what a spectacle it was.

Having heard whispers of Dirtfoot's legendary live shows, I was so stoked as I prepared to witness their performance for the first time. And let me tell you, they did not disappoint. From the moment they stepped onto the stage, it was clear that this was no ordinary band. With around 37 members on stage, Dirtfoot commanded attention with their sheer size and undeniable talent. There were few instruments not represented on this stage. Okay okay, maybe not 37 members but you get the point.

Their stage presence was nothing short of electric, crackling with energy and vitality. They wasted no time in launching into their signature blend of "front porch, foot stomping, gypsy, punk, country, grumble, boogie" music—a sound that was as unique as it was infectious. From the thunderous beats of the drums to the wailing of the horns, every instrument seemed to come alive in the hands of these masterful musicians.

But what truly set Dirtfoot apart was their uncanny ability to connect with the crowd. Despite their larger-than-life persona, they exuded an aura of authenticity that was truly remarkable. Dirtfoot made it clear that this was more than just a performance—it was a shared experience, a communal celebration of music and camaraderie.

And as if their own talent wasn't enough, Dirtfoot also treated the audience to a few special guests. Local legends like Derek Russel on drums and Patti Steel on vocals and clarinet joined them on stage, adding an extra layer of depth and richness to the already vibrant sound. And of course, no Ozark Mountain Soul performance would be complete without the virtuosic banjo playing of Kyle Tuttle, whose damned near shreds a banjo into pieces when he plays he’s so good.

As the show carried on and the music reached its crescendo, it became abundantly clear that this was a performance for the ages. Dirtfoot had not only lived up to their reputation—they had exceeded it, delivering a show that was nothing short of transcendent. And for me, it was a privilege to bear witness to such brilliance. If you haven’t caught a Dirtfoot show, go… GO NOW!